August 15, 2004

merit can be bought. passion can’t.

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More thoughts on “How To Be Crea­tive”:

17. Merit can be bought. Pas­sion can’t. 

The only peo­ple who can change the world are peo­ple who want to. And not every­body does.

Human beings have this thing I call the “Pis­sed Off Gene”. It’s that bit of our psyche that makes us utterly dis­sa­tis­fied with our lot, no mat­ter how kindly for­tune smi­les upon us.
It’s there for a rea­son. Back in our early cave­man days being pis­sed off made us more likely to get off our butt, get out of the cave and into the tun­dra hun­ting wooly mam­moth, so we’d have something to eat for sup­per. It’s a sur­vi­val mecha­nism. Damn use­ful then, damn use­ful now.
It’s this same Pis­sed Off Gene that makes us want to create anything in the first place– dra­wings, vio­lin sona­tas, meat pac­king com­pa­nies, web­si­tes. This same gene drove us to dis­co­ver how to make a fire, the wheel, the bow and arrow, indoor plum­bing, the per­so­nal com­pu­ter, the list is end­less.
Part of unders­tan­ding the crea­tive urge is unders­tan­ding that it’s pri­mal. Wan­ting to change the world is not a noble calling, it’s a pri­mal calling.
We think we’re “pro­vi­ding a supe­rior inte­gra­ted logis­tic sys­tem” or “hel­ping Ame­rica to really taste fresh­ness”. In fact we’re just pis­sed off and want to get the hell out of the cave and kill the woolly mam­moth.
Your busi­ness either lets you go hunt the woolly mam­moth or it doesn’t. Of course, like so many white-collar jobs these days, you might very well be offe­red a ton of money to sit in the corner-office cave and pre­tend that you’re hun­ting. That is sad. What’s even sad­der is if you agree to take the money.

12 Responses to “merit can be bought. passion can’t.”

  1. violetviolet says:

    SO ‘anger’ is the mother of inven­tion? Hmmmm.…. I’m not sure Mas­low would agree, and Dar­win might throw in an argue­ment for adap­ta­tion.
    Per­so­nally, I vote for ‘lazi­ness’ being the mother of inven­tion.
    But really Hugh, you have it right.…ultimately, sex and cash are the true moti­va­tors. To pretty much everything. Inc­lu­ding why we became a spe­cies in the first place. (even red hot Dar­win could see that). Anger, of course, spurs us on; that kick in the butt (so to speak.)
    Read “Lon­gi­tude” by Dava Sobel. A light his­tory sbout man who was crea­tive, saw an oppor­tu­nity to make some cash, got royally pis­sed off in the pro­cess (lite­rally, because — um, there was some royalty invol­ved) and thus, never gave up on his goal. go. read. read.

  2. hugh macleod says:

    I read it last year, Vio­let. Great book =)

  3. violetviolet says:

    oh.
    huh.
    Golly, now that I think about it…maybe it was you who recom­men­ded the book to me.

  4. Nik says:

    “Quote Bom­ber” I am.
    “There’s no doubt that emo­tio­nal for­ces like anger, resent­ment, desire for revenge, or fear of fai­lure can have very unplea­sant side effects, ran­ging from the des­truc­tion of per­so­nal rela­tionships to ill health. But not to ack­now­ledge that a great deal of posi­tive accom­plish­ment is birthed by such emo­tions is Poll­yan­naish. The real moti­va­tions behind many suc­cess sto­ries are a far cry from happy-face, posi­tive, noble emo­tions, and that’s a fact.”

  5. john t unger says:

    Right on, As usual.
    A huge amount of what I’ve done over the years was moti­va­ted by the “pis­sed off gene.” I was aware of the symp­toms, but I’m really glad you’ve iso­la­ted the strain… or arti­cu­la­ted it any­way.
    The other half of what I’ve done was moti­va­ted by either the “I just have fun making shit gene” or the “what would hap­pen if I do this gene.”
    I won­der if anyone can tell them apart?

  6. Hamish says:

    Anger is a moti­va­tor for cer­tain kind of life. I know, I had one based on it.
    Then you need to get laid, or at least fee­ling less screa­mingly alone. When attemp­ting this trick, as a sales pitch howe­ver, “Come belo­ved, and live with me in my tower of rage..” lacks that enti­cing qua­lity.
    Hence you tend to go out with peo­ple who find suf­fe­ring inte­res­ting, and then you won­der why your life sucks.
    So, I think, Go eat the mam­moth, but remem­ber to take the time to enjoy fee­ling full after­wards. After all, that was the sen­sa­tion requi­red, i.e satiety, not lack of hun­ger, and I think that the two are dif­fe­rent.
    Spend a lot of time thin­king about the anger of the modern world, and star­ting to spend more time on the Zen aspects of life.
    Get­ting too old to go to bars helps with this, of course.

  7. bluepoppy says:

    I agree. Anger can be a terri­fic engine when pro­perly alig­ned and not direc­ted against anyone in a hurt­ful way.

  8. Andrew says:

    Anger and the adre­na­line that comes from anger (if focu­sed right) can drive you to do something.
    When something doesn’t go your way and you want it to, you have to have the deter­mi­na­tion and strength to do so.
    When you get angry at your­self for not being where you want to be in life most peo­ple will either sit there and accept, or take that anger, chan­nel it and work their asses off to improve their life.

  9. Not like my opi­nion mat­ters but I haven’t liked the last two ‘how to be crea­tive’ posts. They see­med kind of devoid of any real insight unlike the pre­vious entries.

  10. hugh macleod says:

    Actually, Dare, your opi­nion does mat­ter.
    “I’m the LISTENING blog­ger!”
    Heh.
    Point taken, though. I sup­pose right now I’m thin­king more about the outside world and how to navi­gate it, rather than how to navi­gate the dark rec­ces­ses of the psyche.
    Some peo­ple will find what I have to say about all that less “insight­ful”. So it goes.
    Any­way, if you don’t like the wri­ting, hey, there’s always the car­toons ;-)

  11. Ruok says:

    “You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, “Why not?””
    George Ber­nard Shaw, Dreams.
    I hear what you are saying, and obviously so does George :)

  12. ohreally says:

    This blog entry remin­ded me of the “One Good Enemy” essay over at hollylisle.com